Let’s end it here. Let’s leave it here.
The red alarm made me rise:
the circle of danger
surrounding me in the night.
The teeth in the dark
as it was coming back.
No solo él; también los demás.
«Oh, stay quiet, stay calmed;
if you don’t move, they won’t bite.»
Y volver a estar paralyzed
as I chocked el grito en la garganta,
and in the deepest corners of my mind.
No way this (again) can last.
No de nuevo la violencia
en la oscuridad.
The invocation of the soul
will summon my water to come back.
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